Tu Fu (712-770 / Gong County / China)
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Poems by Tu Fu : 9 / 18
Moonlit Night
Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
Children, too young to understand what keeps me
Away, or even remember Chang'an. By now,
Her hair will be mist-scented, her jade-white
Arms chilled in its clear light. When
Will it find us together again, drapes drawn
Open, light traced where it dries our tears?
Tu Fu
Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2001
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Poems by Tu Fu : 9 / 18
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Nice i loved it.. brilliant
intresting poem ill give it 6/10
Love it! : D. Read some of mine? Comment and Rate i appriciate it!
I am a New Dreamer, Would like to have you invite you into the windows of my life.
A New Beginning of a Deeper Friendship (Going on to Perfection)
I remembered we were hanging out
A week before Christmas
You confessed that
All you want for Christmas
Is me
I was happy to know that
Then I playfully dared you
If you were to express it publicly
On your Facebook
I will consider you
Who knows after a great eventful Christmas
You asked me
Again for the third time in a year
To be your girlfriend
I was blushing on the outside
While having butterflies on the inside
I teasingly muttered if you were serious
You haven’t posted it on your Facebook
My intention was to see if he is man
Man enough for me to consider
I got quite anxious
Wondered if he really would
I changed my statement
If you post it on Facebook
I may not be your girlfriend
If I would,
It requires
High commitment, High responsibility
Not forgetting High Maintenance
It is for a lifetime not a temporary basis
Everything of yours will be mine
While mine remains the same
Truly, a Man he is!
He was waiting for the right time
To express how much he wanted me
Lo and behold,11.58pm on a 2011 Christmas
He posted his shout out to the world
He held my hand and my fingers reacted
While he said so now you are mine
I replied the opposite from my hand language
He then said you are!
What makes you think so?
Because you responded this time with
With your hand gripping mine
I asked why a day after Christmas?
He said you wanted to put God first
So I am the next prior to Jesus Christ
But how can you propose without a flower?
Then as I was searching for my house keys
To head out of his car back home
To call it a night
Not just any night but a wonderful one
Whilst he pulled out something from his car boot
Hand it over to me
A Bouquet of White Lilies
Oh boy! I was really impressed by him!
8 stalks of varieties of Oriental White Lilies
It marks a new beginning
Of a deeper friendship
With two buds yet to blossom
Going on to perfection.
Kevin Straw says it right through and through. It is the work of a genius otherwise it won't interest us thirteen hundred years later. And his version is the better one for its emotional geometry.
今 夜 鄜 州 月 , 闺 中 只 独 看 。
遥 怜 小 儿 女 , 未 解 忆 长 安 。
香 雾 云 鬟 湿 , 清 辉 玉 臂 寒 。
何 时 倚 虚 幌 , 双 照 泪 痕 干 。
You know how did this poem come out?
Tu Fu was caught by anti-government militants and gone to prison at that time.
So, just think about his mood.
A poem of genius. But why cut it up so awkwardly? Would this be better?
Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon watches alone in our room.
And my little, far-off children,
too young to understand what keeps me away,
or even remember Chang'an.
By now, her hair will be mist-scented,
her jade-white arms chilled in its clear light.
When will it find us together again, drapes drawn open,
light traced where it dries our tears?
“Light traced where it dries our tears”… a lonesome poetry, full of longings… being apart from the family and loved one is truly sensed.
Family and separation is well depicted
Pang of separation is indeed painful to bear! Human grief of this kind is very well expressed in this wonderful small poem by Tu Fu!